Judge — August 24, 1918 — page 24: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

a See a Sear at 4 | : : Nocturne Drawn by Pvt. Inv Rarsny, Marine Recruiting Sta, N.Y. Doughboy—What yo'all ben doin’ Sam? Yo! look all banged up Gob—What Ah ben doin’? Gwan! Ah ain't banged up none at all! Doughboy—Yo" sho’ is, man! Yo’ is all black ‘n blue! Revenge By Resse A. 819th Acro Sqdn., Barracks No. 30, Kelly Fu No. 1, South San Antonio, Tezas Sad EY, Pat,” said Mike to the new recruit, who was lingering in bed, after reveille had blown. “Hurry, or you'll be late for roll call.” “Faith, and I want to be,” answered Pat to his neighbor. “I’m sore at the Top Sergeant, and I don’t intend to answer him when he calls my name this morning.” Misalliance By Purvare Auery S. Prawn, Hug. Co. 133 Infantry, Comp Cady, XM A sergeant was kidding the mechanic, a scrappy little fellow by the name of Deninger, by telling him he heard he was going to be promoted to the kitchen police. Deninger retorted: “I heard the other night that a white girl actually married a sergeant.” And How Are All the Folks By Jenome BE. Baven, Co. 4 7 hl Light Tank Ba. Camp Officer of the Day (to Sentry)—Do you know my name? ‘Sentry—No, sir. O. D.—Lieutenant Whitcomb Sentry (very friendly)—Lieutenant Whitcomb! How dye do, sir! fy name’s Marty. This Week's $5 Prize Winner He Wasn't Impressed By Sencerst J, Watrox, 3225 Quadra Street, R. M.D. 4. Veetoria, B. Cx, Can was under one of its lion and te Jones, had 'd to obey an order C He was brought before the f ding and the punishment given him as that he be marched before the whole battalion ack. After being marched up , cen the files for about half an 0 0. C. st Ul, Jones, what do you Jones replied: “Well, bunch I ever inspected.” are the rottenest Misurerstood By Pauuvate Jack Mewre, 316 Engineers, Camp Lewis, Wash. Mustering Officer to Rookie—Ever seen service? Rookie—No, but I read his poems. Only One Meaning uraen by Dox W Joke by Lios A. F A colored “rookie” was visiting his home in Pittsburg at the time of the big T. N. T. plant explosion. Just after the explosion, he was seen beating it at full speed through the union station and up to the ticket office. “Gimme a ticket, boss, and I’se in a pow’ful hurry,” he shouted. “To what station?” asked the agent. “Just as far as you'll take me, boss. Ain’t you done heard about that T. N. T. ex- plosion?” ure I have, but what’s that got to do with you?” asked the agent. “T don’t know what it means to you white folks, boss,”" he said, “but to us culled soldiers T. N. T. means Travel, Niggah, Travel.” ent and De Um eezes Military and Naval Jupce pays $1 each for original jokes sent by soldiers and sailors and aceepted for publication, and each week $5 is awarded for the best original joke received Drawn by Curroan J. Dow, U. 5 Idaho, U. ‘The way a rookie feels on inspection day when his shoes aren't shined. Took Him Seriously By Wrusaw H, Keaten, 25th Infontry, Schofeld Barracks, I. T. Officer of the Day—Sentry, what are your orders? Rookie—My orders are to-to- wo- wo- m-m— 0. D.— it easy and try again. Rookie—My or-or-orders ah- eh- eh— O. D. (disgusted)—Go-o-0-d- N-i-g-h-t! Rookie—Good-night, sir. Really! Ry Puvare Tow H, Wenn, tat Brig., Texas, Car, st’ Private (a joker)—Well, what are the mumps? The Diseased One (bitterly)—Oh, they're’ a swell disease! Smithrille, T The Wrong Sort By Acuce Loewextuat, Radio Operator, U Naval Examining Officer (to. sear promotion)—What is the boom? Seaman—Why, sir, it’s the nojse a cannon makes when she’s fired. S. S. Sampson n seeking Where Ignorance Is Bliss By Waxpnoue Stewann, U.S. 8. Des Moines Cook (seeing Boot Sailor put a wooden pail on the galley range to heat some water)—Hey, you! take that pail off there. What do you want to do, burn it up? Boot Sailor—Oh, it won't burn. water in it. (Continued on Fifth Following Page) I've got comicbooks.com